Well this is very odd. As I sit here, I have just closed my WIP and said to myself, it is done. The first draft of my novel is finished. Ok, I know it is not ready and that a lot of editing work is still required before I can say that, but still the first draft is the key step. You can’t edit what you haven’t written… right?
Anyway, sitting here, I feel…. nothing. When I have finished writing my previous two novels, there was a definite sense of ‘YAY, I’m done.’ I walked around with a smile on my face, so happy that even the day job couldn’t bring me down. This time however… nothing.
It’s not that I don’t like the novel. Once I have my edits out of the way, I think it will be my strongest piece yet. I had just hoped to feel more satisfaction at a job well done.
I guess it could be because this novel is a standalone product. It has a beginning, middle and end. The previous two novels, are part of my Highway to Hell trilogy, and so don’t end. They are merely setting things up each time for the next installment. There is no air of finality to them. Ok, the individual storylines are rounded out, but in my mind I still know that there is more to come.
This time I don’t have that. I won’t be writing these characters anymore. This is it, the big goodbye. Could it be that I have become so attached to them, that I am merely sad at seeing them leave? They have been a part of my life for several months now, an integral part. Maybe I just hate goodbyes.
How do you feel when you finish that first draft? Elated, sad, or indifferent? I would love to know.